An Ermine in Czernopol

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This conversation is fascinating, but the secrets whispered on skin are even more enticing. Let's explore them together.

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Изолента времени

Trace a map of desire on my skin with your fingertips. I crave the feeling of where it might lead.

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Всё, что осталось

The way you talk about your passion makes my breath hitch. Tell me more... closer.

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Батон

The music's good, but the way you move makes me want to rewrite the rhythm of the night with a touch more... you.

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Мне понравилась это история ,в которой не всё так однозначно.Все персонажи не выглядят идеальными.У каждого за спиной ошибки и сожаление от неправильно принятых решений.Но в этом сюжете я больше на стороне

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Мой личный доктор

Hearing you speak ignites a spark within me. Perhaps we can create a different kind of heat together?

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Трон Принцессы [ЛП]

Tell me your wildest fantasy. Tonight, my imagination is yours to explore.

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Автор: Rezzori Gregor von

Серия: New York Review Books Classics

Язык: английский

Год: 2012

Издатель: NYRB Classics

ISBN: 978-1590173411

Переводчик: Philip Boehm

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Set just after World War I, An Ermine in Czernopol centers on the tragicomic fate of Tildy, an erstwhile officer in the army of the now-defunct Austro-Hungarian Empire, determined to defend the virtue of his cheating sister-in-law at any cost. Rezzori surrounds Tildy with a host of fantastic characters, engaging us in a kaleidoscopic experience of a city where nothing is as it appears — a city of discordant voices, of wild ugliness and heartbreaking disappointment, in which, however, “laughter was everywhere, part of the air we breathed, a crackling tension in the atmosphere, always ready to erupt in showers of sparks or discharge itself in thunderous peals.”